[They got their home stolen.]
[Stop repeating yourselves, I'm dying of laughter.]
[To be fair, Arisa Meigo wouldn't be bad either.]
[To be fair, Kamijou Touma wouldn't be bad either.]
[Kamijou Touma should go pair up with Accelerator. Don't come meddling over here.]
[Long-haired Railgun and Pope feel more like comrades-in-arms.]
[Good friends, but there was basically no chance of things going any further.]
[Still, it was pretty fun to use it to torment Shokuhou.]
[Come to think of it, tormenting two queens at once, 2333.]
[Now that you mention it, when Railgun and Pope interact, the two queens can each torment one of them, 233.]
From the audience's perspective, the night quickly passed.
Kamijou Touma had eaten well last night, leaving behind a little sandwich that was perfect for breakfast this morning.
"Kamijou really is frugal."
He took the chilled sandwich, wrapped in plastic wrap and stored in the refrigerator, then began heating it.
For some reason, it felt a little lonely.
He turned and looked around the room.
The bookshelf, the bed, the kitchen... a simple one-person apartment.
Logically, this should have been normal for a room occupied by only one person.
Yet for some reason, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"The weather's nice today. I should tidy up the room first."
The weather was nice, so he decided to air out the bedding first.
However, the moment Touma opened the door and stepped outside, he suddenly froze.
"Wait—this is—a girl... huh? Index...?"
Index?
That was right.
Index.
A noisy, troublesome girl.
A girl... who should have been in this room.
At that moment, the girl on the balcony lifted her head. "I'm... hungry..."
"...Huh?"
It felt so familiar.
A stranger who should have been familiar.
Kamijou Touma knew that she was not the Index